儿童英语读物 Bus Station Mystery CHAPTER 4 A Discovery

The minutes went by, but no bus pulled up in front of the station. Frank did not come back either. The strange boys were gone, but nobody knew where. Not even a car passed.



Benny finally spoke 1 up. “It’s one o’clock now. That’s long past lunch time, and I’m hungry. Why don’t we have some lunch? Frank told us we could. So it will be OK with him.”



“Yes, why not?” Jessie said. “There’s no telling when the bus will come. I’m hungry, too.”



“So am I,” Henry said.



That settled it. Jessie and Violet went behind the lunch counter and opened the refrigerator and looked in. They found butter, milk, and hamburgers. In the breadbox were hamburger rolls and loaves of bread for sandwiches.



“That’s enough,” Jessie said with a nod. “These are just the things Frank uses for his lunch counter. We can get up a good meal.”



“Just hurry,” Benny said.



Jessie got out a frying pan and began to cook the hamburgers. Soon the smell was delicious. Everyone began to sniff 2.



“Come right up to the counter, ladies and gentlemen,” said Jessie. “Here are paper plates and paper cups.” She poured four cups of milk.



“Isn’t there anything else in the refrigerator, Jessie?” Benny asked.



“Well, Ben!” exclaimed Henry. “Right in front of your eyes. Look at that glass doughnut jar on the counter.”



“Well, well,” said Benny. “I guess I’m blind or something. Doughnuts and milk will finish this lunch off just fine.”



“Wait, Benny. Let me look again,” said Jessie. “There was another package in the refrigerator.” She opened the door and took out the package.



“Cheese!” shouted Benny. “I know it’s cheese before you get the paper off. I hope it’s the kind I like.”



It was cheese and the kind Benny liked. More milk and lunch was over.



“Not many dishes to wash,” said Jessie, laughing. She threw away the paper cups and plates. “No spoons, and not even knives and forks. I’ll just wash the frying pan,” she said as she scrubbed 3 away. She left it clean and shiny and she hung it up under the counter.



Henry looked at his watch again. “I wonder where Frank is. He should have come back by now.”



“No sign of the bus, either,” said Benny. “We’ll never get to the fair in Oakdale at this rate. Not much of an adventure, just waiting in a bus station.”



Just then there were voices outside. “You still here?” someone called. It wasn’t Frank.



Benny ran to look out. The two strange boys were back. They had on dry clothes. They both grinned at the Aldens.



The big boy said, “We just went home to dry out. We found out we wouldn’t miss the bus. We could take our time.”



“How did you find out?” Henry asked.



The smaller boy said, “Because the wind blew a big dead tree across the road that leads to the bridge. Nobody can get through. The bus has to go miles around the other way.”



“The highway is closed!” said Violet in a low voice. “That means we’re stranded 4. Grandfather will be worried about us. I wish we could call him in Greenfield. But the telephone line is broken.”



“Don’t worry about Grandfather,” Henry said. “He won’t know we are stuck at this little bus station. I’m sure he thinks we are in Oakdale now, enjoying the fair.”



“Come on,” the older boy said. “Let’s go back down to the road and watch for the highway patrol 5 to come. See you kids later.” And the two boys ran off.



“I don’t like this very much,” said Benny. “Nothing to do. I wish I had something to look at.”



Jessie said, “Well, when I was cleaning up I did see something that made me curious.”



“You did?” Benny asked. “Anything will be better than nothing.”



Jessie said, “I didn’t say anything about it, because I didn’t think it was any of our business. Still, it is different from what you’d expect in a bus station.”



“What are you talking about?” asked Henry. He was curious now, too.



Jessie said, “Come around behind the counter. Look up on that high shelf.”



They all looked up. There were several drinking glasses half full of dirty water. Two glasses held old faded weeds, and one glass held clean water and bright green weeds. There were many test tubes in a wire rack, each labeled with the name of a chemical. Beside the glasses were several books and a few notebooks.



“I can see the name of one of those books from down here,” said Violet. “It is How to Analyze 6 Water.”



“One of them is a bird book,” said Jessie in astonishment 7. “Imagine a bird book in a bus station!”



Violet said, “That bird book is exactly like the one Grandfather has. It has colored pictures of every bird in this part of the country.”



“Now why didn’t I see all this before?” demanded Benny.



“Well, Ben,” replied Henry, laughing, “you don’t go looking around near the ceiling when it’s pouring and blowing like a tornado 8 and two boys are hiding and acting 9 mysterious. But we’ve seen all these test tubes and books now, and it means that Frank is all the more of a riddle 10. He must be a strange man.”



Benny took a chair and put it under the shelf. He climbed up on it.



“Don’t touch anything, Benny,” said Jessie.



“Oh, no,” answered Benny. “In the first place, these things belong to Frank. In the second place, I don’t want to leave any fingerprints 11.”



Then Benny exclaimed, “Oh, now I can see what I’m doing! Now guess what! Here is another big book on the other side of the glasses. It’s called Chemistry of Paints and Varnishes 12. Is Frank a chemist and a bus station man and a lunchroom keeper and a gardener?”



“Maybe Frank is doing some work for the paint factory,” Jessie suggested.



“Maybe chemistry is just his hobby,” said Violet. “He hasn’t very much to work with. Only a few bottles and a book.”



“Frank has so many hobbies,” said Benny. “Remember the bird feeders and the bird houses and the flowers in the windows. I wish he would come back so we could talk with him.”



“I think those boys, Jud and Troy, were bothering Frank while he was working,” said Jessie. “He certainly wanted to get rid of them.”



“Maybe he thought they were watching him. Remember the field glasses,” Benny said.



Henry started to say something. But he heard the noise of a car turning around in front of the bus station.



“That must be Frank,” Violet said quickly.



It was Frank. “Everything OK?” he called. “No bus yet?”



“We’re fine,” said Jessie, “but no bus. Did you know the bridge is closed by a fallen tree? The bus has to go around, and that’s why it’s late.”



“Yes, I know,” replied Frank. “But how did you know? Did you walk down to the bridge?”



“No,” Jessie started to say. Then she remembered that Frank wouldn’t like to hear they’d been talking to those two boys.



But Frank was not paying any attention to Jessie. He was staring at the chair Benny had pulled over to the shelf.



Frank looked from the chair to the Aldens and then up at the books on the shelf. “Well,” he said, “what in the world were you looking for?”



He didn’t sound angry. He sounded sad. “Excuse me,” he said. “This has been a bad day. The storm . . . one of my big trees blown down by lightning . . . the kids pestering 13 me . . .”



Benny said quickly, “We were just curious about all those weeds and things. We didn’t touch a thing.”



Violet added in a hurry. “We are all interested in flowers and plants. Maybe we can help you.”



“Nobody can help me,” Frank said. “The thing is too big. I’ve tried, but there is too much against me.”



He seemed to be speaking to himself, not to the Aldens. He seemed to have forgotten they were there.



Then there was a loud honk 14 outside.



“The bus for Oakdale!” Benny cried. “Oh, we mustn’t miss it! We’ve waited so long.”



Frank shook his head as if to get rid of his troubles. “You won’t miss it,” he told Benny. “The driver will wait.”



Henry took out the tickets, and the four Aldens filed out of the bus station. Frank followed.



The bus driver was standing 15 beside the bus, unlocking 16 the baggage compartment 17. He looked around and waved at Frank. “More passengers?” he asked.



Frank nodded. “They have their tickets.”



The driver lifted the door of the baggage compartment as he said, “I’ve got a package for Pickett, Plainview Junction 18. Not very big—now where is it? Oh, here it is.”



“That’s all?” Frank said. “Nothing else?”



“That’s it,” the driver said. He looked at the Aldens. “You can give me your tickets now. All aboard!”



The Aldens went up the steps to the bus. It was dark inside.



Benny looked around. If Jud and Troy had already climbed in, he could not see them.



The driver slammed the big door shut. “Oakdale in fifteen minutes,” he announced.



The Aldens settled back in their seats, glad to be on their way to the fair at last.